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GETTING ON THE BLOCKLIST: ⌎ Literally anything ⌎ Maybe you're ageless, maybe you're a minor, or maybe I saw that you don't like chicken potstickers (my favorite food) ⌎ I'm gonna get real petty with the block button for any reason just cuz

TAGS: ⌎ j.m. <3 tag ⇉ my 'fic rec' of writings i've reblogged (soap exclusive) ↪ i like dark fic and may reblog it under my j.m. <3 tag. beware ⌎ soapy thoughts :] tag ⇉ my misc soap thoughts/posts ↪ some works under soapy thoughts :] will clarify at top or be tagged as f!reader or afab reader, so block/filter the post content or tag if that's not for you ⌎ Mature Themes/18+ tag ⇉ filter out post content/these tags if you do not want to see posts of an adult nature ⌎ 141 sweet treat <3 tag ⇉ misc writings i've either reblogged that ft other 141 characters or things i've written myself about other 141 characters

SERIES: ⌎ runaway masterlist ⇉ simon x single mom!reader ⌎ losing game masterlist ⇉ soap x pregnant!reader ⌎ trained not tamed masterlist ⇉ feral!141 x hermit!reader ⌎ in the name of science masterlist ⇉ "scientist"!soap x reader ⌎ the guard dog masterlist ⇉ soap x reader x guard dog!ghost ◈ all the above are f/afab!reader

As a professional dog trainer, you get a lot first time dog owners seeking your help, so it's nothing new when you get a call from a man with a thick brogue inquiring about your services, hoping you can help him train his dog.

"I never liked dogs, y'see? But this one has grown on me and he's a good boy. I really wanna be a good owner for him."

It's hard to deny the man. You're already booked up with clients, but he sounds so compassionate for his dog, he manages to sweet talk you into squeezing him in. And it doesn't hurt that he has a nice voice. Perhaps a tad unprofessional, but you're a bit curious if he looks as good as he sounds.

So you agree to meet up with him at his home. Get a feel for the environment this John fellow has his dog in, and then maybe go on a walk with his dog, Ghost.

John was pretty vague about what kind of training Ghost needed, but you chalked it up to him being an inexperienced dog owner. No problem. It wouldn't be the first time something like this has happened. You'd figure out what kind of training he (and John) needed.

Imagine your surprise when you get to John's home—a small flat you thought didn't allow pets—and instead of finding a dog, you find another man looming just behind the one who called you. And when you ask where the actual dog is, John laughs like you told the funniest joke ever. All the while, the other man stares at you like you're some kind of trespasser.

"What're you talkin' about, hen?" John asks between laughs, looking back at the man behind him. "This is him! I know he doesn't look it, but Ghost is a special kind of dog. Ex-military. It might not be conventional, and he is mostly trained, but like I said over the phone, I was never much of a dog person, so I need your help!"

thank you for the encouragement nonnie ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°) 》 18+ the tail plug makes guard dog!ghost a little cranky and soap is a shit 🤭 -> more here

When Soap said he had a surprise for you—an early Christmas present—you weren't exactly expecting this.

"What do you think, hen? Think it matches 'im?"

You can't stop staring. There, bent on the bed, is Ghost. He's got a muzzle on, but there's no hiding the glare he sends Soap, arms straining against the binds tying his hands behind his back with a tail hanging limply between his legs. Your mouth stays stupidly agape as you take the view in.

"What's the matter, bonnie? Cat got your tongue?" Soap smirks and then cheekily adds, "Or should I say dog?"

You blink out of your stupor to walk up to the two and lightly hover a hand over the tail, tempted to stroke it. It's prettier up close. Fit snuggly into the cleft of Ghost's ass. He's clenching down on it. You swipe your tongue along your bottom lip, thinking about how full he must feel.

If you know Soap, he probably got the tail with the biggest plug attached to it. And you're pretty sure it vibrates going off on that low buzz you hear humming in the air, too.

"Is this why I head him growling at you? You were putting this in him?"

"Aye," Soap says and grabs the tail to give it a firm jerk. "Had to play rough with the dog." Ghost snarls from behind his muzzle, hips jerking forward as his fists clench. You don't think you've ever seen him this... agitated with Soap before. "Needed to restrain him to get him to take it, but you know he likes rough. Even got a bit nippy with me."

"I can see that." You eye the bite marks along Soaps arm. "Sure you didn't make him too upset?"

"Course not! He just needs to get used to his tail s'all." Soap snickers and hands you the tail. "Why don't you help? He's a lil' grumpy, but don't be afraid to give it a good tug."

You stare at the tail. For some reason, it feels like you've been given an important decision to make. One you're not sure will come back to bite you in the ass. But you can't deny that there's something so delicious about seeing Ghost like this.

You lift the plug a little to get a look between his legs and your eyebrows raise. "You put a cock ring on him too?"

Soap shrugs, unrepentant. "For biting a wee bit too hard. You can decide when to take it off 'im. He's your dog, after all."

"... I think it'll stay on for now." You decide, excitement bubbling up in your chest, and pointedly yank on the tail to hear him grunt. You take a peek at his cock again to see it leaking precum. "I'll take it off when he starts wagging his tail."

You'll have to work for it, but it'll worth it. Seeing Ghost like this is a rare treat, and you're gonna take full advantage of it. Though, by the growl emanating from Ghost's throat, you can't help but think he'll find his own way to get back at you.

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making guard dog!Ghost wear tail buttplug??

"Your heart is racing."

And your breathing is shallow. He can feel it. It's hard not to when you're curled up in his embrace. Back to chest. His palm pressed flat against your chest, right over your pounding heart.

There's no denying it. Your body never lies to him.

"Is it?"

Yet you still try.

Ghost tuts halfheartedly, tempted to make a quip about being the reason your heart races. But that doesn't feel appropriate, so he rests his chin over your shoulder, and squeezes you closer. "Is it Johnny?"

The man had called earlier, informing he'd be held back a week later than scheduled. It was on facetime too, and he had a bandage wrapped around his head—or more specifically, his left eye. He said it wasn't anything to worry about, but maybe that call bothered you more than you let on.

"... Not entirely," You answer, murmuring quietly as you place a hand over his. Light tremors reverberate through you. "I know he'll be okay, but I... would you fuck me? Please? It'll help take me out of my head for a bit."

"Would that really help?" He asks because as much as he loves turning your brain into mush and making you incapable of thought, he doesn't think that's what you need right now. He suspects you know that too. But he'll obey any command you give him, even though what you're requesting—begging—for doesn't really sound like one.

You're quiet for about a minute or so, but he can still feel it. The storm going on inside your head. Your heart thunders under his palm. It's more apparent now that you're holding your hand over his, trapping it to your chest.

"No." You finally breathe out, tension slightly easing, but there's still a restlessness running through you. He listens intently as you lower your voice to a defeated whisper, "No, that wouldn't really help."

He doesn't waste time for another breath to get in. "Tell me what you need."

"I need..." You bite your lip. He stays patient. You tell him your command. "I need you to hold me."

Then that's what he'll do.

"I won't let go."

this answer got kinda long 💀 -> more here

“No pets allowed.”

before walking into the shop without him.

ahahaha -> more here

He raises his eyebrow when you point it out, one hand pressed firmly against his chest while the other juts a thumb out at the sign. His foot drops from where it was suspended in the air, about to follow you into the store. Ghost tilts his head appraisingly at you.

"Oh, tha's how it's gonna be, innit?" A smirk plays at the corner of his lips. Cute how you're acting out. He's not even mad, simply amused at your clever pettiness. "This the game you wanna play?"

The hand on his chest tenses and curls at the fingertips, an irritated scowl gracing your expression. It's the exact opposite of his own entertained one. You're so fun when you get like this. More biting. It keeps things interesting. It gives Ghost an excuse to bite back.

"I'm not playing any games, Simon," You claim, emphasizing it with a push to his chest, but it does nothing. He doesn't give you the satisfaction of making him step back because you get so titillated when he's a dick. "The store says no pets allowed, so you're gonna have to wait out here. And if you continue to bark nonsense like a mutt, I'm gonna put a muzzle on you."

His eyes flash something wild and Ghost is about to shuffle a threatening step towards you, but thanks to Soap, you're spared from his retaliation when he intervenes, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Sweetheart, no need to be so mean to the dog." He sends you an admonishing look before giving Ghost a more forgiving one. "You're a good boy, Simon; I know you'll have to stay out here, but you'll get a treat once we get home if you're good."

Soap pointedly squeezes your shoulder when he says treat and you give an undignified squawk. "But he's been so—"

"I think he's been behavin' just fine."

"For you, maybe—"

"That's enough." Soap frowns at you and begins shepherding you into the store. "Don't go actin' like an untrained pup; you're supposed to be Ghost's owner. Act like it."

"... Fine," You grumble under your breath, "but he only gets one treat from me. If he wants more, he'll have to earn it."

"Aye, f'course." Soap looks over his shoulder at Ghost with a puckish grin. "Hear that, Ghost? Think you can earn more treats?"

feral!141 are lowkey dark ngl but not directed at you -> more here

They are territorial. Extremely so. You learned that quickly when the occasional lost soul or passing hunter came across your—their—property. It's only because of your staying hand do your boys hold themselves back, although not without a threatening show of teeth at the trespasser. If you weren't there to hold their leashes, you can only imagine the mauling that would take place.

You know what they are capable of. You've seen it with your own eyes, having watched them roughhouse with each other and seen the offerings they will leave on your doorstep as fond gifts, like cats presenting dead mice to their master. But they aren't housecats, nor are their presents tiny, harmless mice. Far from it.

And you're reminded of what beasts they are again.

They are savage and cruel. Merciless and cold. When they came back and found you nursing a wound—a measly one, barely a scratch—that you received from a hunter that trespassed, they went back out and tracked down the hunter wherever he ran off to after you managed to fend him off. They came back hours later bloodier than when you last saw them.

You know what happened but you still ask, "What did you do to him?"

"Nothin' much," Soap claims, making Ghost snort.

"Just had to give a little message." Gaz gives a blasé roll of his shoulders.

You tilt your head that them. "What's that?"

It's then that Price steps up, and you're suddenly aware that they're all looking at your shoulder where the hunter nicked you with a throwing knife. You resist the urge to gulp when Price leans in, a possessive undertone coating his voice when he gives you the answer.

》 18+ hope you don't mind i have thoughts about guard dog!ghost's 'lipstick' -> more here

Ghost has no shame.

Sometimes, when he is hard and horny, he will let his cock out of its confines to let it hang between his legs. Its weight is heavy and looks uncomfortable to bear, but what always catches your attention the most is the angry dark pinkish red shade of his tip, leaking pearly white droplets of precum. Yet despite it looking almost painful to carry, Ghost doesn't do anything about it, preferring to stare at you expectantly while lightly pumping his length.

"He can't help it," Soap always says. "That's what happens when dogs get happy or excited."

Their 'lipsticks' come out.

"Isn't that sweet, bon?"

Sweet. Salty. And with a tangy aftertaste.

You somehow end up on your knees, lips swollen and covered in his spend. Ghost's cock is semi-hard in his hand, spurting thick layers of come as he drags the tip of it across your lips, smearing the fluid in a controlled manner. You do your best not to lick it away, settling for smacking your lips instead. Ghost hums in approval and drops his cock. He steps back to fully admire the creamy white coloring tinting your lips.

I saw this and thought of Dog Ghost, yanking a body pillow from the reader's legs and crawling up in its stead

this is so cute and how about instead of a body pillow, it's soap? -> more here

"What the—?!" Soap scrambles for purchase, unable to get a good grip on anything as he's rudely dragged awake from his half-slumber. He plops to the floor with the gracelessness of a newborn fawn, as if he isn't the trained soldier that he is. Soap looks up from his position on the ground, rubbing his temple from the slight ache of lightly smacking the ground. He glares at the culprit of his inconvenience. "Why'd you—"

"My turn," Ghost interrupts, remorseless, and steps over Soap to where you're giggling at his antics. He shoves himself between your legs and arms, taking Soap's spot. A pleased rumble comes from his chest as you ragdoll for him, letting him position you however he wants so he's comfortable in your embrace.

Soap gets up from the floor, and glares at the two of you, crossing his arms. "Y'can't do tha'."

"I just did." His voice is muffled from where his face is buried into your chest.

Soap turns his irritation to you. "Gonna somethin' about this, bon?"

You stifle your laughter, idly rubbing Ghost's back. "But he's being so sweet."

"Sweet my arse—"

"Quit your yappin', Johnny. Thought I was supposed to be the dog."

Soap's eyebrow twitches and you bite your lip to smother your smile. He's quiet for a second, but you know from the look on his face, the gears are turning. "Fine," Soap says, suspiciously placated. He shuffles closer till he's looming over you both. You squint at him. He's gonna do something annoying. You know he is. "I'll be quiet. You won't mind if I just—?"

Before either of you can protest, he swings his body over the both of you and flops down, squishing you under his weight as he gets comfy again.

You wheeze in protest, "Johnny!"

But his eyes are already closing again, and Ghost is no help, content with the spot he stole.

ily your writing btw :)

hello lovely nonnie <3 and i dont mind sharing lol

majin is partly inspired by dragon ball's majin buu

and bangus = milkfish, hence the '🥛🐟' emojis

i chose it bc i was going through my db phase (again) when i made this account and i liked the meaning of majin, which i believe is 'demon' or 'magic person' (something along those lines, correct me if im wrong, im going by the db wiki) and i thought it was fitting to call bangus 'demon' bc of an incident that happened a little earlier in the year

Piss kink with guard dog!Ghost where he marks his territory

One of Ghost's favorite forms of affection to receive from you is when you grind your cunt against his belly.

As a matter of fact, he likes it so much, he asks for it every day. After all, what dog wouldn't want belly rubs? And he's not subtle about what he wants. You always know what he's asking for when he lies on his back, shirt either discarded somewhere on the ground or lifted up his chest to reveal his awaiting belly.

"Jus' a little rub." He flexes his abdomen, unabashedly presenting his muscles in the low light of the bedroom. "Think I deserve some lovin' for my hard work."

"But you already got one today," You whine, cunt still sore from this morning and from all the belly rubs you've given him the past few days. "Don't you want something else?"

He remains undeterred. "C'mon, pet. You can't so no to your dog, can you?"

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"What's this?" Soap asks, walking in after being cooped up all day in his office. "Giving the dog some attention, sweetheart?"

"He's so spoiled," You say as if it's his fault, but you can't help it; your clit screams at you from how sensitive it is. "Can't go one day without a belly rub."

Ghost gives a warning growl and clamps his hands on your hips in a bruising grip to pull you down. He makes you grind harder against his soaked abdomen, unflinching when you cry. "I'm not the one drooling a sticky mess outta 'er cunt."

"Quiet," You snap at him, "or I won't give any more belly rubs."

Ghost gnashes his teeth at you, but otherwise obeys your command, choosing to silently retaliate by slipping a hand between your legs to pinch your clit.

"Simon!"

Soap chuckles at your squeal, and walks closer to get a better view. Ghost doesn't let go, and twists your bud between his fingers. You claw at his chest, looking to Soap for help, but he ignores it, and casually swipes a finger through some of the slick you left on Ghost's stomach to taste it. Then he takes another swipe and brings it up to Ghost's mouth so he can get a lick.

"No need to be so mean to the dog." Soap pretends to not hear your sob as Ghost gets his fill. "You wanna show him how much you love him with some belly rubs, aye?"

You're just too excited. It's been forever since Soap's been home and you know that Ghost has been getting antsy about it too after getting an update call from Price. He can't really blame you for taking off the second you see Soap coming down from one of the escalators, running to jump in his arms. Regardless of your reasons, it's still a mistake on your part.

The instant you dart away from him, Ghost is laser-focused on you and giving chase. But you're oblivious. Your attention is on reaching Soap, forgetting the rules of keeping your guard dog nearby. You'll pay for that from the both of them later.

Soap is watching with amusement, seeing you scurry towards him, somehow dodging Ghost's attempts at grabbing you. It's only when you're about to jump in his arms does Ghost catch up, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and jerking you back into his chest.

Your arms are outreached towards Soap, making grabby hands with a cute, disoriented look as you look back at what plucked you up like some unruly, untrained pup. "What the hell, Ghost? Bad dog!"

He's glaring and his chest is heaving, but something tells you it's not because he's out of breath from chasing after you. He leans in, growling, "Naughty move. You ran away."

"I was just greeting Johnny, I don't see what the big deal is?" You glare back, but then another hand grabs your chin and turns your face forward again. You gulp when you see Soap's mean smirk, starting to realize the trouble you're in.

He tuts disapprovingly at you. "Ah, ah, bonnie. Ghost is a good boy. He was only doing his job. I think he's right in being upset with you, and deserves to play with what he caught. Don't you agree?"

You don't try to answer. You already know your fate is sealed and set. There's a foreboding squeeze on your nape, and a shiver runs through you at the rumble in your ear. "Can't wait to have fun with you, pet."

Soap coming in with his arm wrapped around you and holding the leash to guard dog!Ghost's collar: Where's the captain?

Gaz, eyeing Ghost's leash: Um, whatcha got there?